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He Was My Friend written by MEEE!

He was my friend! Since I was little, he was there! He never left me alone for too long, and he was my friend!

I know, I know, this sounds insane! Crazy! A load of crap! But. It. Isn't. I promise! Everyone thought I was "mentally ill" or "special", well I like to think I'm special (but a different kind-I lie to myself and say I can lick my elbow-alright off topic, sorry), but the special they were talking about was waaaaay different. Like they said I needed help-not that I disagree, it's just…they thought I lied to them!

So yes, maybe I was crazy, maybe I did need special help, but this story is real! And it's mine…so if you'll stay a while, you'll see just how crazy and special I truly am.

The first day He came was a Tuesday night, and I was five years old. He appeared out of nowhere!

When I first saw him, I wanted to scream…but I couldn't! I just stared, and he stared back.

He was old, like my granddaddy, and he was tall!

"Hello, my child!" he whisper-yelled, grinning at me. He wore a pointy hat and a dress? Or a cape? I couldn't tell.

"H-hello," I squeaked.

"How are you, little one?" he sat down with a groan in my Disney tea party chair-he looked cramped and uncomfortable. This big stick he had in his hand began to glow.

"G-good!" I said shrilly, my heart thudded in my chest-but suddenly I giggled!

"You look funny in that chair!" I giggled again, hopping up on my bed and pointing at him.

"Well you look funny in those clothes! Horses don't have horns on their head!" he chuckled.

I huffed and dropped onto my bed, "They aren't horses! They're unicorns! Don't you know about unicorns?"

He leaned forward and raised an eyebrow, "Oh? Well how about you teach me about these unicorns…and I'll teach you about my world…"

So that night, for about two hours in the little light that came from his big stick, I spoke with this mystery man about unicorns…and he told me about His world. His world…with dragons and elves and dwarves…and small people called Hobbits and tall, talking trees called Ents! He spoke of swordfights and princesses!

But, as soon as he came, he said he had to go. I asked for his name, but he just smiled and winked at me. I trotted to my bed and stared up at the ceiling, thinking about this magically world, until I fell asleep.

When I woke up, there were no signs of that old man, but I never forgot what he said. I raced down stairs and talked my mom's ear off about this place.

"That was a lovely dream, honey!" she smiled and handed me my breakfast.

"No, mommy! It wasn't a dream! A man came into my room last night and told me about a magic world!"

"A man was in your room last night?" my dad asked, looking at me over his newspaper.

"It's just her imagination, Dean, don't worry," my mom grabbed the car keys, "Come on now, Olivia, time for school!"

"My name is Olly, mom, Olly!" I whined, stomping out of the house.

The drive to school was short, and the morning passed on rather slowly for me, but then recess came.

"Sophie!" I called after my friend, "Sophie! A man came into my room last night! I told him about unicorns and he told me about a different world!"

"Olly, there's no such thing as a different world!" she scoffed, putting her hands on her hips, "Now come on, let's go on the swings!"

"No, Sophie! Really! He said he saw elves! And and and uh oh! Hobbits! He talked a lot about Hobbits!"

"Stop, Olly, it's not funny!" Sophie snapped, "There isn't a magic place like that! My mommy said there isn't another world! Only different planets! Maybe he was an alien!" she giggled.

"No! I'm serious! He wasn't an alien, Soph!"

Then, the first insult (the first out of many to come) came.

"You're weird, Olly! I don't want to be friends with you anymore!" Sophie turned on her heel and stalked towards the playground, leaving me alone in the middle of the field.

At lunch, it got even worse! A bunch of girls and boys came up and started calling me a weirdo and a lair-I went home crying that day.

I cried the whole way home and when I clambered up to my room to my bed, I was still crying.

I didn't eat dinner that night and I just laid down and stared at the ceiling.

"I know I'm not a liar, and I know I'm not a weirdo…I know you're real," I whispered into the air and closed my eyes.

"Well, you're quite right! I am real!" a gruff voice said, and I squealed in shock.

"Olivia!" my mom asked from down the hall, "what's wrong?"

Hearing her footsteps, I looked up at the mystery man, and he winked, before he disappeared.

After I told my mom I was okay, I thought I saw a spider, and she left, I looked back to the corner.

He wasn't there…

I plopped back down and sighed, "Come back…"

"Alright, I'm back," he said, "Now, you said unicorns were generally pink and purple…are they blue too?"

Jumping up in joy, I raced to the man and hugged him, "I knew you were real! I knew you'd come back!"

He lifted my chin and said, "Olivia, I'll always be here," I hugged him tighter.

We talked for hours, about his world, and about why I was crying-I told him I didn't have any friends anymore, but then we talked about his world again, before he stood and said, "I must be going back now, Olivia. I shall see you soon!"

"Wait! Who are you?" I asked, shyly.

"Well who are you?" he chuckled.

"Olivia… but can you just call me Olly?" I twirled my hair around, suddenly insecure in his presence.

"Well, little Olly, I'll be back…" he turned to leave again.

"Wait!" I called again, "What's your name?"

He hesitated for a moment, before looking down at me, "My name is Gandalf, child, but…you may call me…your friend." And then he slowly dissolved into the air.

So that settled it; he was my friend.

I saw in about five times a week, every week, for a few years. Every time he came, he taught me a little bit more about his world.

It was second nature to be in each other's company; and before I knew it, I was nine! It has our four year "friendship anniversary!" but he didn't come…and he didn't come at all after that.

For ten years, ten years, I would stay up half the night waiting for him.

It was time to give up hope, right?

But, then, on my nineteenth birthday, my life changed…again…

I woke with a start, and leapt off my bed.

I got ready, because, even though it was my birthday, I had work, and of course I was late.

Racing through my small apartment, I said my goodbye's to my fish, and walked out the door.

"Ow!" I yelped, my ankle twisting painfully and something jabbing into my foot, "The hell?"

I glanced down a beautifully wrapped box and picked it up, peering at it critically.

It had my name written on it, so I concluded that it was a present for my birthday.

Probably from one of my friends! …oh wait, I don't have an friends…

I wallowed in self-pity for a moment before cursing, and racing down the stairs of my apartment and down the street to the small coffee shop at the corner where I worked.

Sneaking in, I immediately set to work wiping off the counter.

"Olivia!" my boss yelled, "You're late…again!"

"I-I know! I'm sorry! I promise it won't happen again, sir!" I gave him a pleading look.

"Olivia, listen, you are always making that promise…and it just isn't working out…maybe you should look for another job…"

I froze.

"Sir, please!" I cried, "I can barely pay my rent! I'm already three months behind and-and I need this job! Please! It's my birthday!"

He shook his head, "I'm sorry, Olivia…"

I handed over my apron and dejectedly walked out of the shop, and I kept walking until I reached Central Park and wandered around the trails within the heavily wooded area.

Honestly, I walked around for hours until it was sunset and then I broke.

I slumped against a tree and just cried, and cried, and cried,

"Oh, Gandalf, I wish you were here!" I cried and dropped my head in my hands.

Don't ask me what made me do this, but I reached into my bag and picked up the present, unwrapped it, and I was holding…a rock?

It looked like a diamond!

But there was a huge crack down the middle…I probably did that when I stepped on it…I'm so stupid!

And then, the sun shone on the rock, and words burned into the surface…it looked like a different language!

Elvish…?

I gasped, and the sun reflected off the rock and shone on the bark of a tree next to me.

My hands shook as I reached out and touched it, suddenly, it sucked me in!

Well, at least that's what I think it did…all I remember is a blinding light and when I opened my eyes, it wasn't in New York anymore.

"Well hello, Olivia…my how you have grown!" a familiar old, gruff voice said.

I peered up…

"Gandalf…"

There wasn't much humor in this, but it'd be amazing if you would review this!

I worked super hard on it, but I don't have a beta so I'm sorry for any mistakes! I skimmed through it, but I might have missed things!

Thanks for reading!